We finished up tearing down later than hoped (union guys take their own sweet time delivering the pallets of empty boxes), and I was paying $50/hour for my crew so sit around, cold and bored. But so it is sometimes. I just tell it like it is!
More orders today.
It is TOTALLY necessary to make at least one new line each year. That is the primary factor to which I attribute my success at this show. Galleries ordered wide and deep. Even when I told them they couldn't possibly get their order until September, they just shrugged their shoulders and said "ok, then September it is!".
I'm tired now.
I'm glad I have a full day and night to rest and recover.
I put the "do not disturb" sign out.
I ate tuna tartar and mussels again, and a martini of course.
I'm too tired to be more articulate. Here are the photos from today:
The view from my station inside my booth:
my remarkable and amazing and totally enjoyable Philly set-up and tear-down crew:
shows go from being all sparkly and magical to... well, to this:
TRYING to get the shipper to bill the proper credit card so that my mortgage payment won't bounce and I have money to eat the next couple of weeks... I had set it up and confirmed way back when it was appropriate. Did that matter? Apparently not.
And now, well now I am going to sleep.